I Can't Go For That

I stay away from cats that
Rap that ain't got traps
And producers that make tracks that
Ain't got no plaques
I'm J to the A-Z-Z, chrome Z-3
You ain't ballin', you ain't rollin' with me
Jazz said it
These cats ain't cheap, they broke
Take me to a flick, can't even buy me a Coke
Oh, they quick to say you
Ain't gettin' nada from us
'Cause in their pockets
They ain't got nada but dust
Come on, come on

Why are you sittin' here under me
Givin' me grief, sayin' you love me?
You know you lyin' through your teeth
Livin' it up, the good life, for free
I don't know what you want from me
Don't you know
I need somebody who can do me right
And keep his pockets tight?
I don't know why I keep
Taking this mess from you

I need a baller
Someone not like you who will do me right
You triflin'
Good-for nothin' type of brother
Keep a sister workin' day and night
I don't think you'll do
So you and me are through, oh ooh

I'm lookin' for a man who will pay my bills
Pay my car note, gimme what I want
Keep a sister real tight
And ladies, if you wit' me
Say 'right' - "right, right"
'Cause I don't really wanna have to
Front the bills, buy your clothes
Give you everything you want
'Cause I can't go for that, can't go for that
No, no - I can't go for that

So, you rollin' around in my drop six?
Frontin', tellin' your boys how
You copped it?
Leechin' off o' me all the time
Why won't you just get a life?
You really don't get it
I spend my money on myself i gotta move on
And find somebody else

I need a baller
Someone not like you who will do me right
You triflin'
Good-for nothin' type of brother
Keep a sister workin' day and night
I don't, I don't think you, think you
You'll do so you and me are through, oh ooh

Ayo, this one babe after we done laid
She started tellin' me about
Bills that's unpaid
And you know me, I'm that nada cat
Type to loan you a buck, get my dollar back
You holla at, me like you want me to trick
Trick i trick you into lettin' me hit
Said she ain't no pigeon and she hate nada
Uh oh, put you off with the fake Prada, uh oh

I'm getting dough but it ain't splendid
Offended, 'cause they tax for it
When I make it runnin' game when I spend it
Then chicks hit me with that "Kirk
Lemme get that" then, I hit back "Aight!
Well, first let me hit that"

Yo, what I flow for
Blow for her, get dough for her?
Cop a O for you to trip and what
You can't go for it?
Let's get it down to the nitty-gritty
You pretty-bitty gimme two years and I might
Consider you for fi'ty-fi'ty, shot caller

Destiny's Child

I Can't Go For That

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